Dear Loyal Subscribers and People with Idle Time on Their Hands,
Well, I must admit I just had the most serendipitous experience and it simply must be relayed in Stage Play format. Don't ask why.
SCENE 1:
Setting: Just outside Centenial Hall, warm, windy, and sunny day that seems like it will never end but you know it will. Cast: Dan Reiter and I. Plot: Dan and Michael, old college chums, sit on a bench discussing the futility of asking how people are doing. They both agree that the answer is invariably some form of "good" so the entire exchange of pleasantries is ultimately arbitrary and lacking in social merit. That is not to say that there is not some redeeming value to it, but generally speaking the "Hey how ya doin'?" thing is a little silly since rarely are people honest in their responses. Of course, the alternative, having people idlely ramble on about their insignificant and petty feelings at the moment sounds cumbersome indeed. BUT!
So this young woman was sitting across from us and I sensed she was amused by our conversation, so I boldly said to her "How you doing?" as a semi-joke. She saw the humor and a brief little give and take followed. Dan left and I went to see a professor in the building. END SCENE.
SCENE 2:
As it turned out, my professor was not there. Some people believe in the notion that things happen for a reason so I returned to the aforementioned spot where I spotted this young lovely. As luck would have it, Miss Wonderful was still there. Be cool Michael. Be cool... So I casually strolled by, smiled my wonderful smile, and said "Still doing good?" She laughed and asked how I was, so I sauntered over and engaged in what turned out to be a very relaxed and pleasant dialogue. Our discourse came to its zenith when she told me she was from Wichita, Kansas. Now I'm thinking it must be meant to be, to play with words a bit.
But as they say, all good things come to an end. As it turns her HUSBAND is also from Kansas, so I limped away, vanity hurt, pride wounded, soul shattered, heart in pieces, tail between my legs. Well, just kidding-we talked for a while after the H-Bomb about stuff and ultimately I wished her to have a great life. Without me. I mean, come on, how great can it really be?!
Oh, she was great though. Her name was... dammit! I must have forgot, but let me tell you, wowsa. What a great conversationalist. Maybe I'll buy some lovely flowers and return to the place I saw her... I think I ultimately would love some girl who can give it right back to me. A wonderful, insightful, at times caustic and sarcastic, competent rhetoritician. But then again, being really cute doesn't hurt either. Or smart. Or relaxed. Or just a girl period. My crushes are abundant these days, as anyone who knows me will tell you. Some days I spend more time considering who my crush will be than I do picking out my outfit. That sounded bad. Yikes and yowsa :) So the girl got away, but I'm on the prowl. Like that song in Grease (Prowlin'), for you Travolta/Newton John fans. But I'm not quiet a T-Bird, although my hair does command much of my attention. KIDDING! Not really. Sorry.
Tonight is the second installment of Felicity with the girls. I've started a girls only club and we are watching season one (freshmen year) of Felicity on DVD. The DVD is not mine, and by that I mean it is absolutely mine. We really have the best time playfully debating over whether Ben has better hair than Noel. I like Ben the most, because he divides his time between brooding and being playfully naive. As I quipped to Jessi and Anna, I tried to be Ben for about a year. Ahhhh, nostalgia. But it's a good time and the group should expand...
Jason's Deli will have to be put on hold tonight, which I will devote an entire blog to at some point. I owe so much to that establishment and its laissez faire attitude toward salad bar helpings. Dan, Sam, Veronica and myself (see enclosed photo) have become good friends with all the employees and I'd even venture to say that I am their best customer and friend. Modesty is an all but forgotten virtue these days, and I intend to prove it. Perhaps Veronica will write a summation of the experience of accompanying my person to Jason's Deli, although I'm not quiet sure it can be put into words. It's just one of those ineffable borderline out of body experiences that are usually reserved for the supernatural and epiphanic happenings. Is epiphanic a word? Could be a neologism, but either way I'm going with it.
That's the thing with Blogs, you just have to type them, straight through, in a driving and linear format, disregard the feebleminded notion of editing, and jam down on the mouse button when the arrow hovers above "Publish Post". No going back. No ifs and or buts. See quotation at the end.
Other than that things are good. I love the friends I've made out here more and more everyday. I hold the members of Cru, which constitutes the majority of my friends, in very high regard. So that's good and except for the relentless Spanish problem things are good and I don't have a single, valid complaint. Of course, I wish my hair was longer but Uncle Sam is such a stickler for the rules. I imagine, however, there is a method to his madness.
I'd like to wish my friend Jessica a Happy Birthday, although it is a retroactive sentiment! That was random. Also, a premature Happy Birthday to myself and Veronica (March 28). And Sarah, who will turn the big 21 on August 8!
Until next time, I will remain, a hopeless romantic, tail between my legs, barking up the wrong trees,
MW RICE
Quote for the day: (look Grace!, and Corrie!)
I bare my windowed self,
Untamed, and untrained...
And there's something about
The way you laugh, yeah
It makes me feel like a child...
Aspects of this life
They confuse me,
You and your thesis,
Amuse me
-Curbside Prophet
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